The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, crystalline formations jut out of a dense thicket of what looks like silver bamboo, catching the pale light of an early morning sun. Umm, a fine mist's rising from the forest floor, where delicate, mechanical flowers are unfolding their petals in time with this... like, super low-frequency hum. A bunch of miniature, iridescent tornadoes are just kind of lazily spinning around a massive, hollowed-out crystal, while a totally still, crystal-clear lake stretches out behind it. The air's super humid and charged with electricity, making my skin tingle.